After ordering me once again, he walked to his bed and sat on its edge. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, waiting for me to start following his command. A heavy weight of fear settled on my chest, leaving me immobile once again.
"Strip before I decide to do it in my way," his voice was laced with a cruel warning, his palms bearing his weight as he leaned forward, "and believe me, it would be very painful, especially when I am not in the mood to go easy on you."
"Please, anything but this. Please, Damien..." I tried my luck once.
"Sir," he corrected me before I could say anything, "I would like to hear you screaming my name only when I am inside you."
His words hit me like a cold wave of realization. I shuddered when the meaning behind his words hit me.
I am not getting why I am here in the first place. I didn't want them to sell me or anyone to make me his pet. I was an independent woman, and my only dream was to save enough money for further studies. But here I am trapped in the nightmare of despair and degradation as someone's plaything,
Just when I was about to take a step back to find some escape, his arm reached out to my waist, and he yanked me towards him. I landed on his lap.
"No!" I wriggled, my desperation pushing me to escape his deathly grasp, but his firm hold on my waist left no room for me to break free. His arm around my waist felt like a thorny rope.
I can't cry! I can't!
I have to be strong. I need to fight against him.
"You want freedom?" His question abruptly halted my movement, and my head turned to meet his gaze.
I nodded my head frantically. I want it.
"The extent of your liberty depends on how you please me tonight." An evil smirk graced his lips, a display of his cruelty that made me want to scratch off his face.
Suddenly the arm that was holding me tightly against his body loosened, and he let me go. Taking it as an opportunity, I stood up immediately.
My eyes flickered around, looking for any way to escape from this monster.
"Don't even think about trying to escape because you can't!" He was quick to read my eyes and my intentions. "You are in my den, in my room!" He growled.
His eyes trailed down my body, looking at it with lust. The moment was so embarrassing for me that my eyes moved down. I didn't know he was so shameless.
"Dance for me!" His unexpected command took me off guard, and my eyes snapped up at him in pure horror. I could feel my ears and cheeks turning red out of embarrassment.
He was sitting there with his legs wide spread on the bed, his palms resting back, taking the weight of his body with amusement dancing in his eyes.
How could he enjoy humiliating me?
"I think there is some problem with your hearing organ," he said when I didn't move from my place. "For your own good, I suggest you fix it soon because every time you made me repeat myself, you would have to pay heavy consequences, which would be pleasurable to me and painful to you."
He tilted his head as if he were giving me one more chance to comply with his order. I looked down, and the intensity of his gaze was pricking me, goosebumps rose all over my skin.
"I can't," I muttered, my voice low as I tried to control my tears with my eyes still on the floor.
"You can! I have watched you performing in the college" My eyes snapped up at him and I found him smirking at me, mockingly "and you used to enjoy the attention you get from the boys. Didn't you?"
The tears that I controlled with so much difficulty again started to prick my eyes at his allegations.
Does he think so low of me?
I used to dance for my passion, not to gain attention! My dance was always decent, with my clothes properly covering me. It was his eyes that saw me that way.
"You are not understanding, how deep trouble you are in" he continued, his tone dripping with poison "When I can kill your brother and bring you here than just imagine what I could possibly do to your parents"
His words took me by surprise. I still don't understand why he is doing this to me! To my loved ones! What we have done to him to get all this?
"You will not do anything to them" my voice came out stern and loud more than expected.
"I won't" he clicked his tongue "until and unless you behave"
Suddenly he stood up and started walking towards me. His posture was calm, but the fire in his eyes chilled me to the bone.
"Stay at your place!" I forewarned him, stepping back.
"How about if I don't?" He inquired in a challenging tone, his eyebrows cocked, and took a larger step this time, reducing the gap between us.
"I will call the police and tell him that you tried to touch me against my will," I threatened him.
I know I sounded stupid here but I was saying whatever was coming to my head. I just want to get free from this devil.
He burst into laughter, the sound chilling me to the core as he threw his head back.
"How adorable," he said, taking another step toward me. "Do you think the police will put me in jail for touching you if they can't catch me even after killing your brother? Huh?"
His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me close, and my heart raced as I found myself pressed against his chest.
"...and I am not trying, I am going to touch you in every way, whether you want it or not!"
My hands rose in response, and I tried to push him away with all my might, but the more I wiggled, the closer he pulled me to him.
"Why are you torturing me like this? I thought you were a good man," I said when I was tired of all the struggles and I was sure that I couldn't overpower him. I was frustrated and exhausted completely.
"You were not wrong, though," he replied calmly, but his actions were completely different from his words.
A sharp cry escaped my lips as his hand on my waist made its way under my top and pinched my skin, The pressure was ruthless, as he even twisted my skin, causing a surge of pain to radiate through me. A gasp escaped my lips, and my hands that had been resting on his chest dropped down instinctively, desperately attempting to pry his hand away. But his grip remained unyielding, refusing to budge even a fraction, his expressions showing how much he was enjoying my pain. He was holding me against himself like a python coil.
"You are hurting me!" I cried out.
"I haven't even started yet, and you are already complaining," he squeezed it even tighter if possible, "Huh?"
"Leave me!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and tried to wiggle out of his python grip, but it did not affect him, he held me tightly against himself.
There was no doubt about why he was my crush. He is absolutely stunning, with a chiseled jawline, a flawlessly shaped nose, plump and inviting lips, and eyes of deep green framed by thick, captivating lashes. But now, whenever I see his face, all I can think of is my brother, and I could see nothing else but a murderer in him.
He hoisted me up with one arm, exhibiting his strength, and tossed me on the bed. It took me a moment to realize what he had done because I half expected him to be throwing me on the floor.
I was disheveled but I took hold of myself immediately because I didn't have time to waste.
My gaze returned to him, his eyes filled with lust. When his fingers moved up to unbutton his shirt.
"Please," I almost cried
But my cries did not have any effect on him as he came to the bed with firm determination in his eyes that nothing was going to stop him from ruining me today.
He sat on his knees on the edge of the bed, his eyes once again racking over my body. I shuddered, and in a desperate attempt to escape, I crawled back, only to be pulled from my previous place by him.In a swift and forceful motion, he grabbed my ankles before I could go out of his reach and yanked me roughly to bring me under him."Don't you understand that a no means no?" I was still not ready to give up.He is a man, and naturally, he has more physical strength than me, but that does not mean he would take the wrong advantage of it. He would have to understand that consent matters in these things.I first want to know what I have done wrong that he is giving me such a big punishment for.As he sat on his knees to discard his shirt, I took it as an opportunity to roll to another side to make a good distance between us. Yet, his reflexes were quicker than I had anticipated; he seized my arm, wrenching me back to square one."You are mine," he growled loudly to make it clear to me. "M
The girl's ear-piercing scream brought him to a halt. His hands froze, and as the scream grew louder, he paused and looked to his right to confirm that he had indeed heard a cry. When the girl yelled out once more, he left me on the bed, swiftly opening the door and dashing out as if someone's life depended on it.When he was leaving, I got to see his face for a second, and he was looking tense.I sat up on the bed, my breath heavy and harsh from the previous incident. I thought I would lose my innocence today because of the way he was determined to ruin me forever, but the cry of the other girl saved me.I am grateful to whomever it is.The first thought that crossed my mind was that she might be his wife. When I didn't know that he was in the Mafia and also killed his best friend, anything was possible with him. I have always admired him from afar at the college, and even when he visited our home, he never shared anything about his family because he always liked to keep his life priv
I gasped and woke up quickly as ice-cold water splashed over me.Gasping for air and blinking my eyes multiple times to clear my vision, I looked around to get a hold of my surroundings, and everything that happened to me the day before played in my head like a movie. Each moment was clear in my head, from the auction to his barbaric attack, shaking me to the core.I could see a bucket in front of me, and my eyes trailed up to see the person who was holding it, and I saw Damien Victor, who has become the nightmare of my life.His dark presence loomed over me; he was looking down at me with an emotionless face, as if it were something normal for him to do.His voice cut through the air, icier than the water that had shocked me awake. "Wake up, Princess," his words dripped with a chilling coldness, "you are no longer in the comfort of your parent's home." When he mentioned my parents, I missed them. Though they are in a different city, they must be getting worried, as I haven't called t
Clutching the t-shirt that he just threw on my face with a tight fist, I stood up. My heart is shattering even more every time he treats me like trash. It felt as though, with each passing moment, another piece of my soul was shattering into irreparable fragments. His eyes were fixed on me as I passed through him, but this time he didn't stop me as I entered the bathroom. Locking myself in, I placed the t-shirt aside, and the first thing I saw was my reflection in the mirror, which terrified and saddened me equally. My hair was completely disheveled, cascading down my shoulders. My once-lustrous strand was tangled and furious, mirroring the storm that had entered my life, making it unruly and chaotic. My face appeared pale and devoid of life. The rosiness and the natural glow were no longer there on my cheek; instead, they were replaced by tears that were dribbling down my eyes continuously. My eyes were red and puffy from all the continuous crying and begging. There was fear of t
My mind was still trying to fully process the revelation when his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was so forceful that it left me breathless and stunned for a few seconds. The world around me seemed to fade into a haze as the intensity of his aggression enveloped me. And when I tried to pull away, his hand, which was resting on my waist, moved up and held my skull in his tight grip with so much pressure that I was held captive by his aggression. His other hand was still resting on my thigh, threatening me to move up if I tried to protest. He was kissing me so aggressively that it seemed like he was practically feeding on my lips. His cruelty, mixed with his desire to have me for a long time, surged a sense in me that left me reeling in its wake. I wasn't getting what he was getting by kissing me so harshly. I jumped at his place when his teeth dug into my lower lip asking for permission. When I hesitated, his response was swift and brutal, a sharp pinch on my thigh that elici
After getting ready for the day, he started talking and talking about his shoes, clothes, watches, handkerchiefs, and even cologne for a super long fifteen minutes. He told me loads about how he likes them, what matches with what, and what he prefers. But honestly, I couldn't keep track of half the stuff he said. My brain was too busy thinking about how I could escape from this golden cage. I don't want to stay here at any cost, and I just wish to fly away from his clutches before he returns. I will hide in a place where he will never be able to find me. I need to find the truth about my brother's death and tell my parents about myself. Yes, my parents! My phone! I should inform them. They must be getting worried. "What happened? Are you even there?" His words cut my thoughts "Damien" I gulped and blinked, "I mean, sir." I changed my words before he could get angry at me unnecessarily and do something which I wouldn't like: "I want my phone, I want to talk to my parents." "Why
After Damien left, my eyes moved to Greta, she was looking at me. We had a conversation with our eyes for a moment. But she quickly averted her gaze and began collecting the dishes one by one, carrying them back to the kitchen. Though I haven't eaten properly yet, I wasn't feeling hungry. The only thought that was there in my head was to get free from here as soon as possible, relentlessly yearning to regain my freedom. As Greta gathered the last of the dishes and retreated to the kitchen, a wave of determination washed over me. I knew I needed to take advantage of the situation and explore every possible way to escape from this cage. Slowly standing up on my feet, I found myself standing alone in the middle of the hall. My eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to spot any way out of this hell. A servant came out of the bathroom, from which I retrieved the mop in the morning. He bowed slightly before continuing on his way. It struck me that the servants probably had no clue about
I refused to bend to his sadistic desires, or surrender myself to his twisted whims, so I skipped the idea of sitting in the position of a submissive when he entered the room because it would only boost his ego and he would think that I would actually do whatever he wanted.No, I was determined not to give him that satisfaction. He may want to break me, to crush my spirit under the weight of his dominance, but I was not going to crumble in front of him.I made a split-second decision, my mind racing as I sought a different approach. As the door began to swing open, I propelled myself onto the bed, swiftly pulled the duvet over my body, and closed my eyes tightly, pretending that I had slept so that he could leave me. My heart was thumping so loudly in my chest that I had just seen a ghost, but the situation is not different because Damien is no less than a ghost himself. Under the cover of the duvet, my chest heaved with each labored breath. I prayed fervently that the rise and fall